Shortly before the holidays, I was having a brown day – literally – I was dying pounds and pounds of reed dark brown. My phone rang, so I whipped off my dying gloves hoping to catch the caller before the answering machine.  I was rewarded with Beth Hester’s sweet Kentucky voice.  We had been trying to set up a time for us to talk, but her emails just kept bouncing back.  So she called and my brown day was brightened with a pleasant conversation. Let me share a little about Beth and a few snippets from our conversation.

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